Maker's Space

The boy seemed unbothered by her approach, calling out to her with a greeting and an invitation to play. Her heart warmed at the words, and she moved in closer, taking a seat on the other side of the rock he was working at. "I’m Calxita, and I’d love to play." She watched for a moment as he worked at the clay. This kind of thing was not a common proactive wher she was from, but she had met many loners and those from other packs who had been willing to trade items like what the boy was working on. She’d always wondered how they did it, and was eager to have a chance to try it for herself.

She reached with a paw for a small bit of clay that his bird had already bit off and began to roll it gently on the stone. "Thank you for sharing with me, Askell. If you don’t mind me asking, where do you find clay around here?" She would be interested to find some of her own, and perhaps show her sister. Her paw moved back and forth and side to side, and she paid attention to the way the shape of the clay beneath her paw seemed to change depending on which way she moved.

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